Misty river
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Registered: Apr 2014
Location: oakvale ms
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Tramp
Hunted Tramp alone for a while tonight, turned him into a big woods up the road aways and he went in about 300 yrds and struck a pretty good track. Moved it in another 400 yrds and treed. I rode the 4-wheeler in to about 200 yrds of him and got my rifle and walked on in to him He was treed up a medium sized oak that didn't have a leaf on it. I looked for several minutes and could not believe that he had missed this coon, don't get me wrong I know he has missed a few before, but he don't miss many and with my eye sight he probably don't miss nearly as many as I just cant find. He had done a great job tracking and had those flat woods ringing. I hadn't used my squaller, brcause I didn't think there was any use, but to make tramp think I really believed the coon was there, I got my squaller out and blowed on it and when I did the coon looked at me from some small limbs up near the top. I had already thought that I had looked all over the tree using the rifle scope, but after he looked at me and I knew where he was at I put the scope on him and he looked like a little bear sitting up there. Steve he was a lot bigger than the coon that we got over at your house the other night and was probably sitting more in the open. I couldn't believe I hadn't already seen this coon. I had to go over and pet and appoligize to ole Tramp for doubting him. I shot the coon out to him. I had hit the coon several times and all he did was growl and started down the tree. I shot him again as he was coming down the tree and out he came. He hit the ground as if nothing had ever happened to him. Tramp dove into him and the fight was on. The coon would get ahold of Tramp and Tramp would lock into him. The coon would flex his big shoulder muscles and knock Tramp loose and try to run and Tramp would lock into him again. I knew that although Tramp was doing everything he could and kept trying to get a throat hold on the coon, but the coon was just too big and mean. I knew that if Tramp was going to win this fight I was going to have to help, so at the first opportunity I got I shot the coon again. All he did was turn and look at me and the fight was on again. I had to be careful not to shoot Tramp, but the next opportunity I got I shot the coon again. This time it hit home and he layed down. The coon was a true warrior and one of the biggest coons I can ever remember taking in this part of the country. I,m sure that there will be many more, but I,m also sure that Tramp won't soon forget this one and neither will I.
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